Chapter 73 Immortal Cultivation 18

Yun Yan.

"…Senior Sister Ye, this is what happened."

Dongfang Xianyun sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, raised his hand and poured it down his throat.

"This is good tea, drink it slowly."

Ye Qianyi sat on the other side and also filled a cup of tea for herself.

"But you mean that this demon is very powerful, but did not show much aggressiveness towards you?"

"Yes."

Dongfang Xianyun nodded:

"But in the end he still took action, but it seemed that he was looking for an opportunity to leave."

"Hmm..." Ye Qianyi took a sip of tea, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously:

"And he has a mortal with him?"

"Not sure if he is a mortal, but I didn't sense any demonic energy from the boy, nor did he have any characteristics of a demon."

Ye Qianyi frowned even tighter:

"Although the demon did not actively attack anyone, we still have to keep an eye on him, after all, he is a high-level demon."

"By the way, where is Senior Brother Xiang Wan?"

"Where else could he be."

Dongfang Xianyun sighed heavily.

"The old place, Jiwan Peak."

"In all these years, apart from going out to kill demons, this is the place I go most often."

Ye Qianyi was silent for a few seconds, and took out a compass from his pocket:

"This is the Dingmo Disk that Elder Du just asked for from Qinglian Sect..."

"Take it, and use it to locate the position of the demons."

*

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Because Lu Xiangwan said that he needed time to think about something, Dongfang Xianyun studied the Dingmo Disk and the seal of the demons during this month.

Every day, he would go to Jiwan Peak to check on Lu Xiangwan's mental state.

And Lu Xiangwan just sat on the boulder under the wisteria tree, watching the sunrise and sunset, sitting there for a whole day.

Sometimes he would take out the broken Wanhan Sword behind him and wipe it carefully.

During this hundred years, Lu Xiangwan tried everything he could to find all the great weapon masters in the world of immortal cultivation, but even the leader of the Qinglian Sect, Shen Wenyuan, could not repair it.

"Brother Xiangwan..."

Dongfang Xianyun ran to Jiwan Peak to greet Lu Xiangwan as usual, and this time introduced him to the Demon-Fixing Disk.

"Brother Xiangwan, look, these are the good things I got from the Qinglian Sect."

Lu Xiangwan stared at the compass that Dongfang Xianyun handed over for a few seconds, then stood up and said,

"I'm leaving."

"Hey, brother, are you leaving?"

Dongfang Xianyun was a little confused.

According to previous habits, Lu Xiangwan would stay for at least several months, but he didn't expect to leave so soon this time.

"Well, let's go find that... demon."

The last part was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Okay, let's go now."

Dongfang Xianyun held the sword, full of confidence:

"This time, we will definitely not let the demon get away!"

*

"We must not meet those two immortal cultivators again this time!"

Ning Wan prayed secretly.

Fortunately, it seemed that the heavens heard his wish, and everything was calm for a while.

Of course, the actions of the adult beside him were not "calm" at all.

After finding the thousand-year-old blue jade in Kunlun, he immediately ran to another extremely cold place to dig ancient cold iron. It was not

until he found all the bits and pieces of materials that Ning Wan realized what he was going to do.

Thousand-year-old blue jade, ancient cold iron.

Isn't this the main material for making the famous Kunlun Jade Folding Fan?

My Lord, you have not forgotten your original intention and are going to start making fans again?

And this time you have done a big one. I

am tired of making ordinary fans, so I changed to make famous treasure fans.

"My Lord, when can we take a break?"

Ning Wan has been traveling with Lu Yihan these days, running around everywhere. She is not as strong as Lu Yihan, and she is so tired that she can't even open her eyes.

Lu Yihan glanced back at the dusty boy and stopped:

"There is a village ahead."

Ning Wan looked in the direction of Lu Yihan's sight, and sure enough, she saw a group of houses not far away.

"Great!"

Finally cheering up, Ning Wan rushed ahead of Lu Yihan and arrived at the village first.

The village is located in a small basin between the mountains. Most of the houses are thatched houses. They are not very large and can only accommodate a hundred people.

As soon as Ning Wan stepped into the village, an old man came to meet her.

"Are you looking for a place to stay?"

Before Ning Wan could speak, the old man with gray hair asked.

The old man, who seemed to be in his 80s, looked Ning Wan up and down. His cloudy and yellow eyes turned stiffly and he grinned with a slightly strange smile.

"Uh... yes."

Somehow, Ning Wan always felt that the old man in front of her was a little weird.

"Oh, there haven't been strangers in our village for a long time."

A slightly younger voice interrupted.

Ning Wan saw an old man in his 40s or 50s carrying a hoe and walking towards him, with a strange smile on his face.

"Are you alone, young man?"

The old man grinned and leaned in front of Ning Wan.

"...Two."

Ning Wan was feeling uneasy. She glanced back and caught sight of Lu Yihan's black figure. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Without waiting for Lu Yihan to approach, Ning Wan ran to his side, grabbed the corner of Lu Yihan's black robe with one hand, and blinked:

"Sir... let's..."

"Let's go in."

Lu Yihan glanced coldly at the old man and the uncle who seemed to be frozen, passed them, and walked straight into the village.

Walking into the village, there were scattered thatched houses on both sides of the road.

Women from various families sat in front of their homes, picking vegetables and chatting, and from time to time there were children running around in the gaps between the houses.

It looked very lively.

But Ning Wan's naturally sharp five senses told her that something was wrong here.

Those people were obviously smiling, but Ning Wan always felt that the smiles were similar and strange.

It was like... someone beside him was smiling with their hands pulling the corners of their mouths.

"Sir... don't you think this place is weird?"

Ning Wan leaned close to Lu Yihan's ear and whispered.

"Yeah."

Lu Yihan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to have many emotional ups and downs, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, revealing a sense of disgust.

Affirming Ning Wan's words, Lu Yihan stopped talking, just quickened his pace and walked towards the center of the village.

The village was very small, and soon the two of them walked to an open space in the center.

It's not accurate to say it's an open space.

In the center, there is a platform several dozen meters high, and the surface of the platform is carved with complex dark red patterns, as if it was made of blood.

Lu Yihan pursed his lips, raised his hand and blew up the platform.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The dust raised by the platform when it collapsed obscured her vision and choked into her throat, causing Ning Wan to cough continuously.

She waved her hand to clear the dust in front of her eyes, and tried to open her eyes to see the scene clearly.

—— Figures appeared around them at some point.

The villagers in the village seemed to have all gathered together, surrounding Ning Wan and Lu Yihan in the center.